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Chapter 45: Chapter 27: Fucking Flying Monstrosities!! Part 3

"Well, I accept the challenge, and I will start by inventing some new spells. I will challenge this guy afterwards, and I will take the heart test last because honestly, that one is scaring me the most," I reply.

"Great! I am looking forward to seeing what you will come up with!" Rowena says with a bright smile, and Helga simply smiles knowingly.

After I was done meeting the founders, I went back to my room and started contemplating what I should be doing about the letters I received. I decided to use the Goblins for something useful instead of holding a grudge for the whole inviting and attacking me bullshit their King came up with. I penned down a letter informing them that I would need some trustworthy Curse Breakers, and that entering an alliance would only be an option if the job I have for them goes through without any troubles.

Seeing how there are three Goblin Kingdoms and how Goblins literally give no fuck about their race as a whole, I decided to use them to destroy the other two Kingdoms and leave only a single one behind, one that works with, or rather for, me. I will not solve the Goblin problem permanently because, why should I?! It has no benefit for me except that I will be rich, but that's it. And the next thing it will lead to is some idiot opening his own bank, and in a few generations, he is the King of the world.

I could open my own bank, but that shit is so damn tedious. I do not want to be stuck behind a desk managing a bank and other people's finances. Sure, I could find some asshole to do that job for me, but again, what would be the point?

Yeah, fuck that!! I will have them fight! Conquer one another, and for the next century or millennia, they'll be busy hating one another, and won't think about fucking Wixen kind over. And by then, some other reincarnator or transmigrator can come along and fuck them over once more!

I sealed the letter with a quick spell and summoned Slavone. "Take this to Gringotts," I commanded, handing over the letter. The elf nodded and disappeared with a pop.

I leaned back in my chair, thinking about the challenges set by the Founders. Inventing new spells for Rowena would be pretty easy and interesting because I have already a few ideas. Besting Godric in a fight—well, he's a ghost! How the fuck is he going to challenge me? And opening my heart to Helga... well, that one would be the most difficult. I wasn't keen on exposing my vulnerabilities to a woman, especially one I don't know shit about.

[Timeskip: Maybe some weeks...]

The winter holidays are finally here, and I find myself sitting on the train, taking the ride back home. I've always had a fondness for trains before I became a wizard—the rhythmic clatter of the tracks, the scenery rushing by—but now I only find it tedious.

As for my life in general, well, it sucks. Regina has gotten way too clingy, and it's driving me up the wall. I'm contemplating faking my own death just to get away from her. I can't deal with her always trying to be by my side, hovering around me like some jealous wife. God, woman, give me some space to breathe, or I shall bring down vengeance upon you.

Aside from my issues with women, my life has been pretty chill, and there are even some good news: the Marauders have finally backed down. It seems like even the densest of idiots learn their lesson after you bitch-slap them enough times. After I gave them their well-deserved lesson during our last encounter, they've gotten the message loud and clear: I am out of their league, and I am not beyond pushing past their perceived limits. These days, the most they do is gossip and bitch behind my back, but that's all they can manage. It's almost amusing how quickly their bravado deflated. I didn't even get to have Sirius get fucked by a group of dogs as I planned. Well, lucky him.

Lily Evans has also received the message, though I can feel her jealousy whenever she sees me laughing or enjoying myself with other girls. Her eyes betray her, even if she tries to mask it with indifference or by dating Potter.

Then there's Malfoy, strutting around as if he owns the world, parading Narcissa like she's some kind of trophy. It's pathetic, really, how he treats her as nothing more than an accessory to his own inflated ego. By now, it is public knowledge that all Black daughters are engaged!

Before the train ride, I was even approached once more by Regulus, who handed me a formal invitation. "I hope you will be attending Lord Black's party," he said, his tone almost urgent.

I considered it for a moment. "We'll see, Regulus. It depends on how things go during the holidays." The truth is, I haven't decided yet. If I do attend, it's just to get my petty revenge. If not, it's because I either didn't have the time or forgot about it.

The train rattles on, and I glance out the window, watching the snowy landscape blur past. Despite the annoyances, there's a sense of anticipation in the air. The holidays are going to be eventful, to say the least, because I have much to prepare and even more to take care of.

As soon as I exited the train, I called for Slavto and had the elf take all my stuff back to Prince Manor. Meanwhile, I apparated back home, even before meeting my grandparents, I left because I had decided to deal with some of the piled up crap, otherwise it would just annoy me for Merlin knows how long. I used several portkeys to check on all of my locations before I went on to meet the idiot who is responsible for overlooking my operations in my absence.

And I was pissed for several reasons, but the first and foremost one is that the idiot wrote directly to my person, making me a target. Aside from that, there is also the problem that he has not secured the locations as I have instructed the man.

I arrived at the office's location, an old warehouse by the docks in New York City. It was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that makes your skin prickle, but this is just the Wards doing their job. I moved through the shadows, my wand at the ready. But as I searched, my frustration grew. All I found was...nothing. No signs of struggle, no bodies, not even a hint of the chaos that had been reported.

*Sigh*

'Well, seems like Conrad is dead! Good for him or I'd have killed him myself!' I thought, annoyed and relieved that at least one of my problem has taken care of itself in a way.

But I did notice that these attackers were professionals. They left no trace, no clue as to who they are or how they operated. The warehouse was spotless, almost too clean. I scanned the area with every detection spell I knew, but there was nothing. It was as if my operations had been erased, like they never existed.

*Grin*

I portkeyed to the next location where I keep my stash of Product, a supposedly secure safehouse in the countryside. The rolling hills and picturesque landscape, and the only downside being that it smells like cow shit, but the scenery did nothing to calm my rising annoyance. Inside, the safehouse was just as empty as the warehouse. There was nothing! My supplies were gone, as well as all documents and money, everything gone without a trace. Whoever was behind this knew exactly how to hurt me, and they were doing it with surgical precision.

'Oh, I will enjoy ripping out your heads and using them as my pissoire while I bind your souls into them!' I thought angrily.

My mind raced. This level of efficiency and discretion meant only one thing: magic. I had assumed that I wasn't the first criminal to use magic, and this proved it. They knew our world, our secrets, and our ways. Normal muggles would never have been able to do such a thing with all the precautions I had in place.

'Seems like this was ordered by the Godfather!' I thought angrily.

I do not think this was done by the Church because they would have burned everything down, neither was it done by the Humans because although they do have a reason to be pissed, seeing how I am flooding their countries with cheap drugs and crime is at an all-time high, but they should simply not be able to come after me unless they've asked for help.

The Volturi are immortal freaks and don't care for muggle problems, and I did take precautions against Vampires, but they would not come after me. In fact, they should be thanking me because they love chaos! The more chaos there is, the better from their perspective because then it is even easier to feast on prey and blame it on crime.

So those motherfucking weak-ass muggles have gone to the only guy I have no information about, and kissed his ass to fuck me over!

'Seems like I need to up my game if I want to stay in the game.' I thought.

I returned home, my thoughts dark, tumultuous, and bloody. The whole house vibrating under the pressure of my magic. I could smell my grandmother's cooking wafting through the air, but I couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of wanting to rip someone to shreds. The beast within me felt challenged.

I finally met with my gramps, who looked at me with a mix of curiosity, concern, and pure Schadenfreude. "Well, you've been busy," he said, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

"Yeah, and not in a good way, old man!" I replied, sinking into a chair, and summoning the bottle of Firewhiskey to myself. "We've got a problem. Someone's targeting our operations, and they're using magic to do it."

His eyes narrowed. "Magic? That narrows it down, but not by much. Got any leads?"

I nodded. "Yes, it is the Godfather! It can only be him. They're the only ones good enough to pull this off. They cleaned out our bases without leaving a single trace."

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Well, I am too old for this shit! You need to find out for yourself how you want to deal with this problem. If you want blood, then find and recruit the right people, and if you want peace, then find and contact the man! Either way, you will have access to all the resources of the family to support you in your endeavors, my boy!"

I thought for a moment. "I will need some time to think. I will tell you what my next steps will be once I have decided."

He nodded. "Do that! I'd recommend you start with our contacts in Knockturn Alley if you want any leads on this Godfather guy. See if anyone's heard anything. And be careful. Whoever this person is, they've been playing the game much longer than you have."

I stood up, my burning anger replaced with a different kind of anger, one that burns beneath the surface—a cold anger. "I'll get to the bottom of this, Gramps. And this bastard will not know what hit him."

As I am about to leave the room, I see my Grandma skipping in, throwing herself at me and hugging me.

"Oh, Little Sev, how I missed you!" She says excitedly.

*Cough*

"Hello, Grandma! Gramps, here, this is for you!" I say as I make the invitation float to him, using the lapse in my grandma's attention that is now focused on the Black's invitation to sneakily escape.

This old lady is a hug monster! She just does not know about boundaries and that some people are not so open about showing their affection, or even comfortable with doing so!

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Hello everyone, 

Exams are over and I failed them, now I am officially out of university and have wasted five years of my life for absolutely nothing. Enjoy the chapter, and if you feel like supporting me so I don't end up homeless think about becoming my patron! It would surely help with the bills, and my self respect -.-' Current mood: I feel like shite...

Yours truly the BIG BAD WORLD I mean WOLF!


Chapter 46: Chapter 28: Part 1

When I woke up the next morning, memories of the previous day hit me, and I immediately faced a headache.

"Why does my life suck so much?" I muttered to myself. It feels as though all my problems are coming at me at once, unlike what other main characters in their stories face. Be it Goku, Natsu, or that schizophrenic dude from Bleach, they all face one enemy after another!

And somehow they still got game, but I get the short end of the stick.

"Breathe in and breathe out," I told myself. "No need to start crying like a bitch just because things are not going the way I want them to. I have achieved quite a lot as it is! I am no longer the fugly Snape, but Heir Prince!"

I pulled myself out of bed and got ready for the day. Today was either going to be an extremely amazing day, or it would be the day I ended the world. For this special day, I ought to dress properly. I picked up a vibrant green suit with silver contours. Why? Because green symbolizes new beginnings, and this day, before it is over, will change everything—everything! I laid my robes on the bed before I went on to get ready.

I splashed some water on my face, trying to wash away the remnants of sleep and the lingering frustration. The cold water did little to alleviate my tension, but it helped clear my mind, if only slightly. I dressed quickly, my thoughts already racing ahead to the tasks at hand.

"Today, hopefully everything will change," I whispered to myself. Yeah, suck it and call me insane, but this self-motivation bullshit actually works. It makes all your worries melt away, but in a good way—not the way you forget about them just because you're drunk as fuck and hooking up with a land whale, only to realize later on that she was not Megan Fox.

Been there, done that!

First job on today's agenda: checking in with the idiots in Knockturn Alley. If there are any leads on the Godfather, that's where I'd find them. Game knows game, but in this case, lowlife knows lowlife. I will find out who is behind the attacks on my operations and, more importantly, why the fucker has targeted me.

As I made my way through the house, I noticed my grandparents in the kitchen. Gramps was sneakily reading the Daily Prophet, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Grandma was bustling around, preparing breakfast with a noticeable blush.

I smelled the air and detected the scent of sex. More disturbingly, I heard a faint vibrating sound and looked at my grandparents, mortified.

'Fucking horny old people! Give me a goddamn break!' I thought in disgust but decided not to comment on it aloud. Seems like the old man has managed to get into her panties. I do wonder how he pulled that one off.

"Morning, Grandma. Morning, Gramps," I greeted them, trying to sound more cheerful and less disgusted than I felt.

"Morning, Sev!" Grandma beamed at me, her earlier excitement still lingering in her eyes. Gramps looked up from his paper and gave me a nod with a dirty smirk on his face.

"Got a lot on your plate today, Sev?" Gramps asked, his tone neutral but with a hint of concern.

"Yeah, just need to follow up on a few things," I replied, grabbing a piece of toast. "I'll be out for most of the day, but I'll check in later after I deal with those bastards."

"Severus Ulysses Prince, no cursing in my home!" Grandma scolded, throwing a stinging hex at me and tugging on my ear.

"Sorry!" I replied, feigning pain. Such a curse couldn't really affect me, but I didn't want to antagonize her.

"Be careful out there," Gramps said, his eyes locking onto mine. "You're dealing with dangerous people."

"Always am," I replied with a smirk. I wasn't truly bothered by whoever this Godfather was; it was just annoying because he was showing me up. Sure, I picked up some lowlifes and didn't train them or help them in any way except giving them jobs. But still, it was infuriating to have my operations dismantled after barely getting them off the ground.

I stepped outside, the crisp morning air biting at my skin. Welcome to Britain, where the weather is shit 360 out of 365 days a year. With a deep breath, I Apparated to the edge of Knockturn Alley. The narrow, winding streets were seemingly dead, but if you knew where to look, you'd see shadows moving around. I made my way deep into the alley, moving past Borgin and Burkes, until I reached a shop named 'Infeliciste'.

That's one shitty-ass wordplay if you ask me, but it ain't my shop, so I don't give a crap.

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As I entered the dimly lit shop, the bell above the door jingled softly. An old lady looked up from behind the counter, her expression one of mild surprise, and recognition.

"Ah, young Prince. What brings you to my humble establishment today?" She asks, her voice oily and smooth.

'Is this hag flirting with me?!' I question my own sanity.

"I need information, Lady Beau. Specifically, about the Godfather. Heard any whispers?"

Lady Beau's eyes narrow, and she leans in slightly. "The Godfather, you say? That's a name not many dare to utter. What's it worth to you?"

The old Bitch is a menace to all men on the planet, I know from a certain source that she goes out and bangs teenage boys while drinking Polyjuice, and she times it to transorm mid action.

Like, how messed up do you gotta be to mess with guys like that?! The poor boy will never get a hard on anymore or will be mentally and emotionally scarred for life.

It may also be possible that it is one of those sick fucks who develops a fetish for grannies. 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "You'll be well compensated, as always. Now, what do you know?"

She considered this for a moment before finally nodding. "I've just heard rumors, nothing concrete. You know how it is; they say he's been making moves, targeting certain... enterprises. The man is hunting for a wolf. Apparently, yours wouldn't be knowing more, right? I'd be paying for information on the wolf. Anyway, if you want specifics, you might want to look for a man named Silas. He's got his ear to the ground, and his dick everywhere."

"Thanks, Lady Beau. Keep this between us," I said, turning to leave, but not before tossing a pouch of coins onto her table.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you, young Prince," she called after me.

As I exited the shop, a sliver of disgust crept over me. I always feel naked in front of that old fossil, and this man named Silas... well, he will either have the answers I need, or I will just take my frustration out on him.

'I paid a fortune, and he better be worth it!' I thought, annoyed.

The Black Market was hidden deep within the labyrinth of Knockturn Alley, a place where the truly dark dealings took place. Technically, this whole part of the Alley is dark in a way because nobody has bothered to clean up the place or install any light. But the Black Market is a different breed of bullshit altogether. I moved through the twisted and turned paths until I found the entrance, a nondescript door that led to a hidden underground network of vendors and traders.

The Black Market is disgusting, well for many reasons, but the reason I feel disgusted is the stench. We are literally walking through shit and piss, and the people that are working here are the idiots.

Like those who botch up playing with magic and end up mutating, an animagus ritual gone wrong here, a Polyjuice Potion fuckery there, or some other insane bullshit they were trying to pull out of their asses that has come back to bite them in said ass.

As for the rest they're degenarates of the highest order, people who want a certai animal to eat, copulate with, or just looking to find people willing to do anything for money.

Silas as I came to find out is a well known figure here, a man who deals in information. I spotted him at a corner stall, in an extremely desolate paart of the market, his eyes scanning the crowd in the distance with a lethargic and bored gaze.

As for his appearance, well, he is ugly and smells like sweat urin, and other bodily fluids. If I had not developed a tolerance over the years I'd be vomiting my heart out right now.

"Silas," I called out to him, stepping up to his stall.

He looked at me, recognition flickering in his eyes. "Prince?! What brings a noble down to these depths?"

"I need information on the Godfather," I said bluntly. "I hear you might be able to help."

Silas leaned back, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "The Godfather, huh? That's a dangerous name to be throwing around. But I might know a thing or two. What's in it for me?"

I closed the distance between us, grabbed him by his oily, greasy hair, and slammed his face into the wooden table he was sitting at.

"Your life!" I offered.

He nodded slowly, blood trickling from his broken nose. "Alright! Alright! One of his minions came around a few months ago asking about some asshole calling himself the Big Bad Wolf. I don't know who the man or woman behind the name is! No one does!"

"Any idea how I can find him?" I pressed.

Silas shook his head. "That, I don't know either. But I do know he operates through intermediaries and recruiters. Find them, and you might get closer to him. Start with a man named Marcus. He's been seen around the docks, handling shipments. Might be a good place to start."

"Thanks, Silas. You've been a great help," I said, breaking the man's neck.

The fucker is not working for me, also I am sure first thing after I leave his shitty ass corner of the Black Market is him going on to sell information about me to the bastard!

There's a saying about secrets: the best secrets are kept by dead people.

Maybe I'm just losing any sense of morality and becoming more and more driven by instinct like an animal.

*Sigh*

'Yeah, no use sweating the small stuff! Let's just deal with the problem at hand!'

As I left the Black Market, I felt both annoyed and relieved. Annoyed because I could have handled that better than by killing the bloke, and relieved because I was finally getting out of that fart-infested marketplace.

After leaving the market, I made my way to Gringotts, the holy place of legalized thievery—a bank. If you want to be a true master at taking people's money and getting away with it, become a bank worker. You can lose people's money, and politicians will give you a blowjob and help you get away with it! Ignoring my disgust for the place and its employees, I entered the imposing bank, built with stolen money. I spotted a group of goblins awaiting me. They were as ugly as ever. I mean, toilet paper that I use to wipe my ass with looks better than these fucks. Their beady eyes gleamed with a mixture of greed and apprehension.

As I moved closer, one of the goblins stepped out of the group and approached me. "Good day, Heir Prince. I am Farfadet, at your service."

"Hello, Mr. Farfadet," I replied, eyeing the group. "I take it these are the people that will get the job done?"

"The very same, and the best ones we have!" he declared with a toothy grin. "All have signed the contracts, and the land you wanted has also been purchased."

'Holy fuck, look at those teeth!' I thought, shocked when I saw the row of sharp, small teeth.

"Okay then, let us go," I say, eager to get started, and get done with it.

"Please touch this," Farfadet instructed, handing me the end of a rope. "To long-lasting friendship."

Well, that's an unorthodox key phrase, but I knew it was his way of declaring his intentions openly. I grasped the rope, and with a sudden jolt, the Portkey activated, dragging us all to our destination.

We landed in a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere. The air was thick with the scent of decay and neglect. 

"The Gaunts' shack! Well, now it is your Shack!" Farfadet said, shaking his head in disdain.

I glanced around, taking in the surroundings. The place was a mess, but that was to be expected given its history. The Gaunt family had fallen into ruin long ago, and their home reflected that decay. And Moldy had done his part in ending this lineage, but so what? They were assholes anyway.

"Alright, let's get started," I said, turning to the goblins. "You all know what to do. Secure the area, find me the ring, and deal with any and all curses. I don't want to die when I visit my new property."

The goblins nodded, immediately spreading out to begin their work. They moved with surprising efficiency, setting up wards and enchantments to protect the shack and its surroundings before entering.

Farfadet approached me again, his expression serious. "We will ensure this place is secure and running, Heir Prince. But I must ask, what exactly do you need the Heir Ring of the Gaunt Family for, and what are you planning to do here?"

I gave him a sly smile. "That, Mr. Farfadet, is something that does not concern you. For now, just focus on making sure no one can get in or out without my say-so, and find that damned ring."

He nodded, accepting my response. Goblins were used to dealing with secrecy, intrigue, and impolite customers, and Farfadet was no exception. He turned and barked orders to his team, ensuring that every inch of the property was protected and searched.

As the day wore on, the shack began to transform. The goblins' magic worked wonders, repairing the structure and reinforcing it with powerful wards. By the time they were finished, the Gaunt shack was no longer a decrepit ruin but a fortress of sorts, hidden from prying eyes.

"Impressive work," I said, surveying the results. "This will do nicely."

Farfadet inclined his head. "We aim to please, Heir Prince. Is there anything else you require?"

"The ring," I replied. I was only here for the ring, or rather the stone grafted within it, but I allowed the goblins to focus on another job, one to take their minds off the ring.

Finally, I heard the agonizing cry of the goblin dumb enough to fall victim to Moldy's compulsion.

"Is this how it usually goes?" I asked Farfadet, who was standing next to me.

"Well, there are always some casualties. Normally, we first send Wixen in to trigger all the traps, but today, due to your presence, we have to take a different approach," Farfadet replied.

"It seems there is a slight misunderstanding between us, Mr. Farfadet," I said.

"Huh?" He looked at me questioningly.

"I don't give a flying fuck about other Wixen or if you abuse them, send them to their death, or whatever the fuck it is you have them do for you," I replied bluntly.

"But your—" he started, but I interrupted him.

"They have their uses, and that's why I use them! I do not need, nor do I care enough, to go out of my way to change their fate."

"I understand," Farfadet said, and I could see him smirk, revealing once more his sharp teeth.

'Disgusting!'

"What about you?" I asked.

"About me, Heir Prince?" he asked, confused.

"What is your relation with the King? Have you ever thought of taking more power for yourself?" I asked, skipping past the scheming.

"Me? A king? I could not. He is my late brother's son," he replied, astonished.

"Sure, you'd be a better King than that idiot! With my help, you'd be able to take over in as short as half a decade, or as long as a decade at most, depending on how brutal you want the takeover to be," I replied, making him look at me intently.

"Why would you suggest such a thing?" he asked cautiously.

"Your current King is an idiot! One whom I have no trust in," I replied. "The moron thought it a good idea to invite and attack me."

"That is indeed the case," he agreed.

"And there is no way I will work with a man that has tried to backstab me once, even though he failed," I explained.

"But—"

"Yes, my letter indicated otherwise, right? I told you as long as someone has their uses, I shall use them. And now you get to make a choice," I explained.

"I see," Farfadet said, realization dawning on him.

The goblin understood that the choice was quite simple. I was financially bleeding all three Goblin Nations, and I am only willing to work with someone who is useful to me and trustworthy. My offer to make him King was my appreciation for his attempt at diplomacy and me giving them a lifeline. Should he decline my offer, I would simply work with another nation and bleed the other two dry.

"Lucky for me these morons do not know that my operations have taken a major hit, and that my coffers are about empty," I thought happily.

*Sigh*

'Being a badass crime lord is not as easy as I thought!' I concluded mentally.

With the offer made, Farfadet and I watched as the goblins continued to clear the area of all traps. Their efficiency was remarkable, even though some of them died, and I knew that once this was done, I would have what I needed.

"Let's move," I commanded. "I want that ring, and I want it now. Meanwhile, you can contemplate my offer."

Farfadet nodded, and we proceeded deeper into the Gaunts' shack. The air was thick with dust and the lingering smell of mold. Finally, we approached the figure lying on the ground, half charred and lifeless.

"There it is," I said, pointing to the idiot's right hand.

Farfadet gestured to his team, and they quickly got to work. It wasn't long before the ring was removed from the idiot's finger, revealing the ancient ring with the Resurrection Stone embedded within it.

I reached out and carefully took the box containing the ring, feeling the weight of its history and power. This was the final piece of the puzzle, and I wasn't going to let it slip through my fingers.

"Good work," I said to Farfadet. "Now, let's get out of here before more trouble finds us."

As they activated the Portkey, I apparated back to Prince Manor. I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

"One final step," I spoke to myself.

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